It lasted less than a second, but it was enough.
Doubt had entered the room.
Rachel moved closer to him. “Don’t listen to her. She’s trying to stall.”
“She’s been stalling since we got here.”
“Because she knows someone might come.”
Marcus looked toward the windows.
Rachel instantly regretted her words.
I kept my expression calm.
Marcus turned back to me. “Who did you call?”
“No one.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“You took my phone.”
“Before that.”
“I was making tea before you arrived.”
Rachel reached into her purse and removed my phone. She pressed the side button, but the screen remained black.
“It’s locked,” she said.
Marcus held out his hand.
Rachel gave him the phone. He tried several numbers, then slammed it onto the table when none worked.
The impact cracked the corner of the screen.
“Tell me the code.”
“No.”
He raised the g/u/n.
